As the flute’s tune ascends, with infinite grace, I feel the love sinking into a deeper place. Tending to the wounds we thought our own, We healed each other, though it was unknown. In the frost of life, so harsh and bare, Your presence brought a warmth to share. The art of giving without a need to receive, Was shown to me through what we believe. With you, I dance on the edge of it all, From silly quips to life’s great call. You are not a fleeting thought to be replaced, But a constant idea, forever embraced.
Sharanagatam
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